Forgotten Man said:Over the 15 + years I’ve collected odds and ends, as I’ve learned about the past… and feeling a very unique and special tie to it, I have to say that when someone asks me why I’m so interested in it, why I try and live life as it was then (Exception being the computer) I really haven’t a good answer for them.
Why is it that I’ll be at a dance at Fort McArthur, being surrounded by period togged visitors and seeing all sorts of preserved equipment and classic cars… then hearing the echoing sound of Helen Forrest singing Skylark floating on the air in a very haunting manor as the rain falls ever so slightly… wile walking dressed as a Civil Defense officer, I have to fight down tears of emotion… why is that? Am I missing something I once knew? Or, am I just crazy?
What cheeses me off most about “The Now” is the serious lack of romance regarding relationships, as well as everyday things. I’ll be at a dance and a nice ballad comes on and the floor empties… or people gripe: Why do they play this slow stuff? And so many choose a career over marriage and raising families... I just don't understand I figure. I don't like working but, I have to do it... why do so many today feel they wouldn't be happy if they didn't have a high paying job? Remember that 70-80 years ago, we used to have the gold standard... and you could buy things for less because people made less... the money really meant something... a dollar could go a long way! Food for a week didn't cost over $100 bucks; it would cost no more then a few dollars to get food for a week. It all balances out. There were also a lot more “Mom and Pop” business, not as many large corporations coming in and buying up everyone and eliminating the competition. It really was possible to peruse the “American dream”… not so much today.
I have lots of stuff… I mean, if I did go back in time, I wouldn’t have that much… but, would I need that much? I don’t think I would. I only have as many clothes as I do and I hold on to them for dear life because, once they’re gone, they’re gone! If I lived in the 30s and was one of the lucky ones to have a job, I’d be tickled to have only a few suits that I really liked… I could actually fit all my clothes in a small closet! Have a few appliances, have maybe only 2 radios and not 25. lol
Looking at it closely, and pondering it, I’d like to give it a shot for a year… and if I can’t hack it, then I have the choice to come back… and if I do well in that time, then I have the choice to stay.
One last thing, then I’ll lay off of the novel length comments… there’s an old timer who helps my mechanic at the garage I take my car to. A nice, funny old guy, a WWII veteran, a Navy man… he’s in his 80s and works on his own car still! And I talk with him ever so often and I asked him what he thinks of today compared to yesterday. He said he doesn’t like it. I asked him if I had a time machine, would he go back in time… he answered YES! Didn’t even think twice… said he’d go back to the 1920s! He also told me that the 30s were hard times, but he said they always found a way to enjoy something or manage to make ends meet... I then asked him what about the lack of modern medicine back then; he replied: Well, that wouldn't be fun but, I don't care... I'd leave here before things got really ugly! lol
It may be that many of us enjoyed a past life in the era we love so much. Or it may just represent something deep inside us we connect to.
One wonders, if you know nothing about the 40s and all of a sudden were dropped there, would you have that same emotional response? Maybe.
One also might wonder, if we were all back in the 1930s, would we meet weekly and discuss our enthusiasm for the victorian era, and be regaled of stories of last weekends event from the civil war reenactors.